[Intro: Slim Jesus]
Gang gang gang gang
Gang in this bitch man
You know how the fuck they call me
They said I wasn’t tryin’ to put on for my city man
I was just waiting on my demons to get out
Shout out Ca$h man
GANG
What up Link
What’s up bro, let’s get it man
Boom boom boom boom
Gang Gang

[Verse I: Slim Jesus]
Yo bitch on my dick man she hittin’ my line (ring ring)
She wanted my money and all of my time (dah)
Only chasin’ the checks and she gettin’ declined
And Benjy and Jacks only thing on my mind (skrrt)
Chasin’ a bag ain’t no nickles and dimes (nah)
Tryinna stay me, bitch I’m shootin’ for mine (bah)
Hella guns on me, got uzi and nines (bah bah)
30s, and 50s, extendos, and [?] (boom boom boom boom)
I’ve been ridin’ round catch me with that Toni (with that Toni)
Caught me lackin’ up in traffic bitch I’m never lonely (nah)
You can ask your bitch about me guarantee that she now me (thot)
Pull them blue faces out my [?] guarantee she blow me (yeaah)
Gang full of killers ain’t playin’ no games (nah)
Get jammed up and say no names (yuh)
Heard you was talkin’ that Slim was a stank
Send my young hitter he comin’ for brains (bah)
Only the gang I ain’t fuckin’ with lanes
Fuck with the gang and then hammers gon’ bang (boom boom boom boom)
[?] no bitch you a stank
Killin’ this drill shit I’m in my own lane
I be in the cut smokin’ dope
Witchyo shorty (smokin’ dope)
Copped a pack break it down
And that bitch gon’ sell it for me
On the corner with the gang
And bitch I’m rockin’ all my jewelry (all my diamonds)
Try and take my chain
Bitch I’m squeezin on this 40
(bah bah bah bah)

[Verse II: Ca$h]
Now all these niggas part of [?] gang now (GANG)
Now [?] niggas wanna come around (what)
But the same young niggas that I’ve been with
Be the same niggas that’s always been around (gang)
Man this shit ain’t not a game (no, no)
We be gettin’ money for a bitch and then we [?] bands (let’s get it)
Nigga run up on the gang gettin’ turko stains (brrrrrra)
Red dot on a [?] smokin’ [?] face (boom)
[?] a sack bitch (bands, bands, bands)
I be runnin’ thru them bands know I always get them racks bitch
GMT that’s the money gang (gang)
A lot of niggas wanna know shit [ ? ] money came
Man I swear that’s the funny thang
A lot of niggas switch up for a lil’ bit of a fucking chain (what)
Man I’m still the same nigga
With the same gang and I put it on my [?] (hell naw)
Man I’m tired of this [?] (damn)
All this [?] gonna get a nigga stuck quick (bitch)
We don’t [?] a fuck what a nigga talk about
Born in the black like I never seen a fuckin’ drought (duh duh)
Called you for the pack but I triple that that (flip)
One move one jug then I’m shootin’ back (boom)
A nigga run up on [?] [ ? ] no bustin’ better hit (boom, boom)
Cause I guarantee I’m shootin’ back
Call Slim we gon’ pull up in a Benz now (skrrrt)
Rollin’ choppas off top doin’ head now (brrrrra)
[?] when we ride [?]
Bodies droppin’ now [?] We can’t be found
Hit a drill, lay him flat
Then we eat out
Now we back up in the trap
Bring the P’s out
Did a drill, lay him flat
Then we eat out (skrrrt)
(Now we back up in the trap
Bring the P’s out)

[Verse III: Link]
Cut these bands in my pocket I’m flexin’
These niggas is hatin’ don’t know what they do (bitch)
Spent bands on my robbers and rocks
Mix Louis with [?] inside of my shoes (bitch)
I’m walkin’ up niggas is talkin’ and watchin’
It’s funny cause I never lose (I never lose)
I’m poppin’ now, niggas is watching now
Lackin’, they think that my 40’s on snooze (boom boom)
These bands got your bitch on command
Don’t wanna be friends pass her to my mans (bands)
Bitch you lucky my niggas so dummy
They bussin’ for nothin’ so do not get [?] (brrrra)
[?] Link I can call you in (plug)
I been trappin’ for a minute like nigga watchu tryinna spin (gang)
Call Slim, nigga pull off in a Benz (skrrrr)
If you try to front the gang lil’ bitch better bring yo friends
Niggas know what we been about
If you wanna call bro we will run up in the nigga house (run up in a nigga house)
Pulled up in a chrome to a nigga mouth
If I bring her home, give me dome for a lil’ clout (bitch)
Niggas know we’ve been flexin’ a lot
[?] gotta get a pill better chill from stretching your block (gang)
Gotta keep it still on me cause these niggas is [?]
Nigga try to peel on me and I’m droppin’ the top (eskettit)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
The coupe is retarded (skrrt)
[?] my carpet
Don’t get us started (huh), I’m back on that boss shit (what)
She bougie and bossy
The top, I done lost it
The Bentley don’t cost shit, I walk out the bank rich

[Verse: Rich The Kid]
Ok, drank sippin’, lane switchin’
I done brought my gang with me
[?] freezer ,my ice drippin’
Money coming in, my life different
…
Drop a baby on a hoe face
Where the hell was you at on the broke days?
Ooh, yeah
I got the birds like falcons
She can’t get a bag, she pouting
I racked up the money, amounting
The drip is water, a fountain
[?], all of my niggas still whip the pot
No time for the pussy, just want the top

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
The coupe is retarded (skrrt)
[?] my carpet
Don’t get us started (huh), I’m back on that boss shit (what)
She bougie and bossy
The top, I done lost it
The Bentley don’t cost shit, I walk out the bank rich

[Verse: Quavo]
Bought the Lamb, then I skated (skrrt)
I brought the gang with me, to the bank with me (yeah)
Put that thing in sport, then I started lane switching (skrrt)
Jumped off the porch, then I start my gang business (gang gang)
Huncho and Rich The Kid plug walkin’ to the riches (walkin’)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
The coupe is retarded (skrrt)
[?] my carpet
Don’t get us started (huh), I’m back on that boss shit (what)
She bougie and bossy
The top, I done lost it
The Bentley don’t cost shit, I walk out the bank rich

[Verse 1]
Here to take my medicine, take my medicine
Treat you like a pill
Give me that adrenaline, that adrenaline
Think I’m gonna stick with you
Here to take my medicine, take my medicine
Rest it on your fingertips
Up to your mouth, feeling it out
Feeling it out

[Pre-Chorus]
I had a few, got drunk on you and now I’m wasted
And when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you —

[Chorus]
If you go out tonight, I’m going out ‘cause I know you’re persuasive
You got the salt and I got me an appetite; now I can taste it
You get me dizzy, oh, you get me dizzy
La la la la la
You get me dizzy, oh, you get me dizzy, oh

[Verse 2]
Tingle running through my blood, fingers to my toes
Tingle running through my bones
Closing the doors, I miss you right away
And I’m okay with it

[Pre-Chorus]
I’m coming down, I figured out I kinda like it
And when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you tasted

[Chorus]
If you go out tonight, I’m going out ‘cause I know you’re persuasive
You got the salt and I got me an appetite; now I can taste it
You get me dizzy, oh, you get me dizzy, oh
La la la la la
You get me dizzy, oh, you get me dizzy, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
I had a few, got drunk on you and now I’m wasted

[Chorus]
If you go out tonight, I’m going out ‘cause I know you’re persuasive
You got the salt and I got me an appetite; now I can taste it
You get me dizzy, oh, you get me dizzy
La la la la la
You get me dizzy, oh, you get me dizzy, oh

Nigga, free Reese, free Nino
The world is mine like I’m Al Pacino
Got more money than a lil’ casino
Got caught fuckin’ on a bitch and her boyfriend walked in wearin’ full Chinos
Hopped out the back door, ran a four flat
That was like way back
Nowadays I just sit and laugh
Chopstick long as one giraffe
And I’m comin’ through, clear the whole path
Walked in the damn spot, it was all… team of niggas, fuck the whole staff
Goddamn, nigga, too playa
Why you hate? ‘Cause I’m too rare
Young nigga, I’m a fresh prince, coulda bought a crib out in Bel Air
Fuckin’ on a bitch from Delaware
$30,000 on a new coat, call PETA up, gon’ and soak it in
Tag still hangin’ from it, had it for a year and I ain’t even broke it in
Diamond choker so tight, tried to lift it up, shit did not go over chin
In the studio with Migo gang, everything we make is propane
Call ten bitches from the Blue Flame
Fuck ’em all, we ain’t even know their name
Front row at the ball game
Who that is dunkin’? Shit, that’s what’s his name
I don’t even fuckin’ watch sports but my backyard like a golf course
Niggas hatin’, on my dick and shit, I got more guns than a task force
When I talk, my voice kinda high
Niggas hatin’ usually sound kinda hoarse
My ex-bitch is built like a horse, she was 27, I was 19
Shawty there was a real stallion
But I ain’t trust her, feel like shawty there was wildin’
Young nigga, bitch, I’m QC, you can see this shit through the gold medallion
After this I’m out to Staten Island, got a young bitch, she be really stallin’
My young nigga tote a dirty K, I call him Dirty Dan, he’ll flip your van
Kick your door hard as Jackie Chan
Take your chain right up off your nightstand, lil’ nigga